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American
Differences-By Emulated

Chapter 31: The Prom

My
hair had NEVER caused me as much trouble as it did that afternoon.
Seriously, it always managed to ‘behave’ itself, but on
that night, that special
night, it just didn’t want to work with me. I pressed down the
twenty-something strands of hair again, only to watch them ‘bounce’
back up as soon as I let go. Dammit!

“Matt?
You done yet?” Called my dad from the other side of the
bathroom door.

“Argh, almost!” I replied,
wrestling with the hair again.

“Jamie’s going to
be here in five minutes.”

“What?” I paused,
“What’s the time?”

“Almost six.”

I
looked at my reflection and cursed. I wet my fingers and lightly
dabbed at the hair, hoping it would stick. I quickly flicked my hair
over to the left, finding that it was all sitting nicely. Finally.
“Ok, I’m coming now.” I called out, walking to the
door and opening it, finding Mum and Dad standing there.

Mum
looked me over as Dad held out my tie. A tie that he had already made
for me. I took it from him, doing up the top button of my shirt,
before placing it over my head. I fixed it in place, tightening it,
before fixing my collar, only to have Mum step forward and fix it
some more. I stood there and let her finish, finding it odd to have
her dressing me, but thankful that I wouldn’t look a fool.

She
pulled back and grinned, “You look so handsome.”

I
smiled up at her, “Thanks, Mum.” Over the past month, she
had really started to come out of her ‘shell’, if you
will. My coming out really threw her and created some sort of barrier
between us that seemed impenetrable. But over time, something
continuously gnawed away at it, until it had virtually dissipated
altogether. That was where we stood at that moment. Things were much
better between us. She was back to treating me as ‘Matt Blake’.
And that meant everything to me.

KNOCK
KNOCK

I
glanced down the stairs at the door, “That must be
Jamie.”

They nodded, “Want me to get it?”
Teased Dad.

I shook my head, flashing him a brief smile before
I went down the stairs and over to the door. I stood there for a
second, seeing Jamie’s blurred image through the small, frosted
window before I reached out and opened it. There he stood. 5’10”
of pure American hotness. I eyed the smart ebony suit he wore with
interest, grinning at how it just seemed to hug his form so closely,
following the contours of his shoulders. He had the front open,
granting me a peek inside. Beneath he was wearing this beautiful
champagne-coloured waistcoat, on top of a pearly white dress shirt.
Shifting my eyes lower, I found his trousers fit him perfectly, along
with his black shoes, which were glistening in the light of late
afternoon.

I think I stared at Jamie for a whole minute before
I actually spoke to him. He looked INCREDIBLE!
Ok, he always
looked incredible, but in a suit…wow! My eyes rose up to meet
the grin on his lips.

“You look amazing.” He spoke
softly.

I flashed him a smile, “You too.” I
replied, before my eyes took in a new sight, “You cut your
hair?” Actually it looked to be around the same length, only it
had a whole different style to it. It was kinda ‘flicked’
over to the side, but not too much. It appeared smart while also
being classy too.

“Do you like it?” He asked
cutely.

I nodded, “I love it.” I replied, pushing
away thoughts of me ‘playing’ with it later on.

“Aren’t you dressed up like quite the
gentlemen, Jamie?” Remarked Mum.

He blushed, instantly
bringing a smile to my face, “Thanks.” He said.

I
closed the door, “So, we gotta be at Connor’s for
half-six?” I asked.

He nodded, “Mom and Dad are
going to meet us there…” He began, turning to my
parents, “They want to take pictures of us outside the
Hummer.”

“Yes, I remember Noah talking about that
earlier.” Spoke Dad, before he produced our camera from his
pocket, “We’ll be getting a few too.”

I
groaned inwardly. I didn’t mind the odd photograph, but I could
easily imagine all the other parents crowding Connor’s driveway
as they had us lined up against the car, taking far too many photos.
And then, hours later, they’d all be easily accessible on
Facebook
no doubt. Including all the ‘you-caught-me-at-a-bad-moment’
ones. Lovely!

Seeing as we’d benefit from getting there
early, I hurried up getting ready and we set off for Connor’s
house. We’d decided on his house as a meeting point as he
didn’t live on the busiest of roads, while it also being quite
large. In addition to this, everyone knew where it was, so we didn’t
have to worry about anyone getting lost.

We were scheduled to
get into the Hummer at half-six, while the prom was scheduled to
begin at half-seven. For the hour in between, we were going to be
chauffeured around the town and neighbouring villages, before we were
to finally be dropped off at the Prom’s venue, which was in a
large hotel near to one of the villages. I’d never been to the
hotel myself, but my school’s Proms had always been held there,
so there must have been some lingering appeal.

We arrived at
Connor’s house to find most of the guys and girls already
there. It seemed that we were waiting for Max, Dean, and his
girlfriend Tanya to arrive. Mum and Dad headed over to Connor’s
parents, while Jamie and I headed over to Ayo, grinning at the other
familiar face standing next to him.

“Wow, you guys look
so handsome!” Remarked Tanisha, grinning at us.

We both
blushed, “Uhh, thanks.” Replied Jamie.

“So
how are you?” I asked, “I haven’t seen you in
ages.” I quickly recalled that the last time I had seen her was
a few days after I had moved back home again. Ayo had invited both
Jamie and me over, which finally gave her the chance for them to
meet.

“I’m great thanks. How are you two?”
She asked, lowering her voice, “Still deeply in love?”

I
coughed and looked away. She had a way of making us squirm.

Ayo
nudged her, “Stop that, you’re embarrassing them.”

I
smiled, thanking him before looking his suit over closely. I leaned
closer, “Look at you! Guess Jamie and I aren’t the only
handsome ones here.”

“Shhh!” He warned,
blushing. It was easy to make him squirm too.

“Hey,
Guys!”

I turned around to see Connor walking over, with
Adam and Josh in tow. “Hey yourself.” I replied, glancing
at his short-spiked up hair, “Nice hair.”

I watched as he all but danced on the spot,
“Hehehe, chill, Con.” I glanced over to the girls, Beth
and Sophie, as they stood there chatting to Jon. Beth waved at us,
“Looking good, boys!”

I gave her a thumbs up, “You
too!”

She giggled softly, as my focus returned to
Connor, “Guess we’re all excited, huh?”

He
started to nod, before his eyes widened, “Oh! Yes! There’s
our baby!”

I spun around, watching as the black stretch
Hummer turned into the street and approached the house. We were all
speechless as it stopped outside. The limousine was MASSIVE! The
pictures online didn’t give the beast of a car the justice it
deserved. A true predator of the highway.

“That’s
freaking amazing!” Came Dean’s voice, as he, Max, and
Tanya appeared, followed by their parents.

I leaned close to
Jamie’s ear, eyeing the car, “You Americans do everything
big, don’t you?”

He laughed, “We try.”

The
driver got out of the car and walked over to Terry, chatting with him
while Amanda headed over to us, carrying her camera, “You all
look so lovely today.”

“Thanks, Mum!” Called
out Connor, making us laugh.

“You’re welcome.”
She said, before waving the camera, “If you don’t all
mind, I think we all want to take some photos before you all head
off.” She added, noticing the other parents pulling out
cameras. Noah, Sue and Sam appeared at this point, making Jamie groan
slightly.

I giggled, “You’re not getting away that
easily.”

He groaned again.

“Actually, why
don’t you all stand up against the limo.” She added.

We
all shuffled over to the beast and stood alongside it, getting into
some sort of a pose. The parents crowded in front of us, their
cameras at the ready. Josh was there with his phone pointing at us,
with Adam doing the same with the new phone he’d gotten for his
birthday. Great. Facebook
mug shot in 3,2,1…

“Say cheese!”

“CHEESE!”

The
cameras flashed, taking far too long in my opinion. I didn’t
mind one photo, or even a couple, but I couldn’t hold a smile
forever! I could feel my cheeks beginning to strain before they
stopped, glancing down and looking at their cameras, at the pictures
they’d taken.

The driver had opened the door at the back
of the limo, and we started to pile in. Sarah went in first, followed
by Max. Jon, Dean, Tanya, and Sophie followed them. Then Ayo, me, and
Jamie entered, before Connor and Beth followed us in at the
end.

“Have a great time guys!” “See you
later!” “Bye!” Came the voices of our parents,
before the driver closed the door, blocking out their sounds.

We
all took a quick moment to marvel at the insides of the car. It was
very chic and modern. Dark, leather upholstery, a special ceiling
with a ‘starry sky’ effect, a large flatscreen TV (large
for being in a car), and even a Playstation! A little window rolled
down from the driver’s section as he grinned back at us. He
briefly explained what we can and can’t do. Nothing we didn’t
expect, although Max seemed a little put out that he wasn’t
allowed to stick his head out of the sunroof. But he just laughed it
off. Seconds later, with a CD in the music system, and the driver
sealed away in the front, the limo pulled away. It was time for the
Prom.

*

As
we drove around the town and local area, the speakers banging out the
music, I couldn’t help but keep checking Jamie out. I still
hadn’t gotten over how AMAZING he looked in a suit.
Honestly, if he had walked into class like that on his first day, I’d
probably have pounced on him there and then. He caught my stares,
returning them with a wink as he leaned closer, “You clean up
real good, Matt.”

I glanced around the car, making sure
everyone’s eyes were elsewhere before I blew a kiss at Jamie,
“Yeah, I love you too.” I replied.

He put an arm
over my shoulder and drew me close briefly. He didn’t hold it
that long, only a few seconds, but it instantly got my heart racing a
little. I loved having him close to me.

“Anyone want a
drink?” Called out Max, as he fished out some cans of Pepsi
from a little fridge beneath the TV.

“Sure.”

“Yeah,
pass some back.”

Max started to pass them around, before
he took one and started to unzip Sarah’s bag.

“What
are you doing?” She asked, snatching it back.

He looked
at her, “Putting this in there.”

“Why would
I want to carry that around?” She asked, “You can get
drinks at the place.”

He proceeded to place the can in
her bag, with little resistance, “I can, but I ain’t
paying a fiver for one.”

I leaned over to Jamie,
“Where’s your bag?”

He didn’t say
anything, but clenched his jaw slightly.

I giggled, “Did
I hit a nerve?”

He turned to me, “I’m going
to get you back for that later.”

“Don’t
tease me.”

He patted my thigh, before he picked up the
case belonging to the CD that was playing and read the back of the
track list.

A few minutes later we started going down these
smaller country roads. I dreaded to think what the view was like
upfront, knowing how wide the limo was, but it seemed that the venue
wasn’t that far out. The limo started to slow, before we felt
it turn to the right. I glanced out of the windows, seeing other cars
and limousines parked up, students from my year walking about all
dressed up. We had arrived.

The limo came to a complete stop
outside the front of the hotel. Beth, who was sitting closest to the
door, swivelled around and got out, followed closely by Connor. Jamie
was next, and I followed. I stepped out, blinking a few times from
the brightness, before I turned around and looked at the hotel. It
was relatively large. Not overtly so, but more than enough for us. It
was somewhat of an older building too, but in a good way that
retained some modern aspect to it. Sharing a quick glance at Jamie,
we wandered over to the entrance.

Mr Watson, our head of year,
was there, looking rather…casual. It was a little
puzzling at first, I couldn’t quite figure out what was
different about him. Sure he was still wearing his suit, albeit a
different suit, but he lacked that ‘I’m the boss’
kinda aura. He seemed more like one of us.

He smiled at
us as we walked towards him, “It’s good to see you all
here.” He spoke, before handing us these little tickets.

“You
too, Sir.” Replied Max, “You here to show us your moves
on the dance floor?”

He laughed, “We’ll
see.” He spoke, before gesturing to the tickets, “You get
a free drink with these, just show it at the bar.”

Max
let out a laugh, obviously giddy at how he also had the hidden can of
Pepsi in Sarah’s bag.

Sarah nudged him forward and into
the hotel. We followed them in and through a set of double doors,
where music could be heard playing behind a second set of doors. We
passed through them as we entered into quite a large room. I say
room, but it was more like a hall, only it didn’t have a high
ceiling. Quite a few people were already there, including many of our
teachers. Around the room, dotted about, were several large circular
tables, each having several seats each. At the front of the room was
a DJ, speakers, and his equipment. Immediately in front of him was a
generously sized dance floor, vacant at that particular moment. To
the left of the room was a bar, where I noticed Mr Pierce chatting to
one of the other English teachers. At the back of the room were many
tables, each full of plates of food, more than enough to feed
everyone there. And finally, over to the right of the room was a
large set of glass, sliding doors, with access to the patio and
gardens.

I turned to face Jamie, but already caught sight of
Max holding a paper plate, picking up some food. I shared a look with
Sarah and shrugged, before focusing on my boyfriend, “Pretty
cool, don’t you think?”

He nodded, “It’s
better than what I thought.”

I glanced over at the other
guys, seeing that they had quickly begun to disperse about, chatting
to the other students there. I placed a hand on Jamie’s
shoulder, getting his attention, “Lets go check
outside.”

“Sure.”

We skirted around
the tables and headed towards the sliding doors. We reached them and
stepped outside onto the patio, thankful for the warm weather and
evening sun. The large, green gardens were lovely. I could easily
begin to see why this was a popular venue for weddings. The whole
garden area was surrounded by high, neatly cut hedges, which helped
give a ‘cosy’ feel to the place. As we walked about,
behind some of the trees, and towards the further end of the garden,
we found that you could no longer see the hotel. A plus in my opinion
as it gave anyone there some privacy. No doubt that’d be a ‘hot
spot’ later that night.

Continuing further away,
partially hidden from the patio, was a medium-sized pond, with a
bridge going across it. It was so romantic. More so when we stood on
the bridge. I leant my back against the stone ledge, my eyes on
Jamie’s.

“Not bad, is it?” I asked.

He
continued to stare at me, giving me his best Jamie stare.

I
looked away, down into the pond, still feeling his gaze on me,
“What?”

“You. You’re so
perfect.”

Checking the surroundings, finding we were
alone, I smiled back, “You too.”

Jamie stepped
forward, raising his hand to my face, before he dropped it suddenly
at the sound of a girl laughing nearby. Li’s laughter. We
glanced over to the trees, watching as she came into view, followed
by a couple of guys. She noticed us, on the bridge and headed
over.

“Wow, isn’t this something?”

Jamie
nodded, “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”

She stood
there for a moment, glancing down at the fish swimming about in the
water below, “Pierce is over at the bar,” She began,
turning to look at us, “You should go say ‘hi’ to
him. Mr Franklin is there too, you must remember him.”

I
laughed, “Really? Franklin?”

“Who’s
he?” Asked Jamie.

“Some teacher we had a few years
back. Funny as hell.” I replied, glancing at him, “Lets
go see them.”

He nodded, flashing me a toothy grin,
making me tingle, “Sure.”

We headed back inside
and went over to Mr Pierce, where he sat at one of the tables. We
drew up some chairs and made some small talk for a while. During
which, it felt weird to be so casual around him. We always had a joke
about in class, but there was still the invisible barrier that meant
we had limits to what we could say and do, but at the Prom,
everything seemed to be a lot more relaxed. I only wished school was
more like that, wondering if perhaps things in sixth form would be
more to my liking.

“So, who are you two with this
evening?” He asked, before smiling, “Or did you have to
make do with each other?”

I feigned a hurt look as I
gripped onto Jamie’s arm, “He’s not that
bad!”

Pierce laughed, sipping some of his Coke, “Jamie,
you have my sympathy.”

“Thanks.” He replied,
“Matt can be a real pain in the ass at times.”

“And
Jamie can be a real bitch too.” I retorted, much to Pierce’s
amusement.

“Ok, I don’t want you two wrestling
each other, so play nicely.”

“He started it.”
I grinned.

Jamie poked his tongue out at me.

“Don’t
make me call Watson over.” Warned Pierce.

“Anything
but Watson.” I giggled, before calming down, looking at Pierce,
“You’re happy to see us go, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”
He immediately answered, before slowly shaking his head, “It’s
hard.” He mused, “Like I said last week, I’ve known
you all for so long, watched you coming in as children, and leaving
as adults.” He pointed at Max, who was messing around with Dean
and Jon, “Not everyone left as adults though.”

I
laughed again, but couldn’t help notice the small hint of
misery in his voice.

“Hey, it’s not like we’re
all leaving.” Spoke Jamie, “We’ll be back next
year.”

“Shh! I’m trying to picture school
without having to run a form all the time.”

I grinned,
“It’ll be very boring.”

We sat there talking
to Pierce for a while longer, before I decided that I’d better
go see Franklin, seeing as I hadn’t seen him in a couple of
years. If anything, I was curious to see if he was the same. So after
a few minutes, we excused ourselves and wandered over.

“Sir!”
I called out, as we approached him.

Mr Franklin turned around,
his dark eyes examining me for a moment, before his expression
softened, “Matthew.” He replied, offering his hand,
“You’ve changed a lot.” He smiled, “Last time
I saw you, you were this high.” He held his hands a few inches
above my head. Yeah, he hadn’t changed one bit.

I shook
his hand and shared a look with Jamie, “See, Jamie. He’s
always trying to be funny.”

Franklin faced my boyfriend,
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie…” He repeated, his brow
knitted in thought, “You must have joined this lot after I
left.”

Jamie nodded, “I started this year.”

“An
American?” He exclaimed, glancing at me, “Since when did
your class become so cool?”

“Haha, we’ve
always been cool. You just cramped our style.”

Franklin
laughed, “I always said I was the most disruptive in class.”
He spoke.

“Pierce is good at that.” Pointed out
Jamie.

I shook my head, “Not as much as this
guy.”

“Hey, Jamie!” Called out someone from
our left. I glanced over at the small group of guys across the room.
I only recognised one of them, Jacob. He was cool, but also a little
quiet. He was in Jamie’s music class, a class that we didn’t
share together.

I paused for a second, gazing into his eyes. A
smile formed on my face, “Sure.”

He nodded at us,
before he turned and headed across the room, my eyes following
him.

“So how’s things been, Matt? Anything new?”
Came Franklin’s voice.

I smiled, glancing over at Jamie
across the room again, catching him looking back at me, “Yeah,
a few new things.”

“All good things I hope.”
He added, sipping his drink.

I nodded, “Yep, they’re
good.” I replied. And for a few seconds I wondered what it
would have been like to have told him what it was that was so good.
Franklin was a cool guy, I’m sure that he wouldn’t have
cared. Maybe surprised, but definitely not angry. Even with this in
my mind, I still couldn’t make that commitment. Jamie had made
it clear several times that he was a lot further along about being
out than I was. Perhaps he’d even be out, if it wasn’t
for my reluctance. But that was me a few months before, after having
returned home and found tolerance in my parents. Since then, I’d
been thinking a lot about being out, being free, being me.

Being
Matthew Blake was easy, wait, it was easy, but it had been
getting a lot harder. I’d read somewhere that being closeted is
like wearing a mask. If that was the case, then my mask was
fractured, pieces completely missing in places. Hell, I was
practically holding it up to my face with my hands, keeping it
together. I needed to let go. I wanted to let go. To let my
arms fall to my sides, the mask slipping off my face, shattering
beyond recognition on the floor. Why couldn’t I do that?

*

Catching
up with Mr Franklin was great. He really was a fantastic guy, and a
fantastic teacher too. It was just a shame that we only had him for
two years. Still, after having shared a long chat, I stood up and
went over to where Ayo was sitting, next to a laughing Li.

“You
two seem happy over here, should I leave you alone?” I
asked.

Li focused on me, “And what is that
supposed to mean?”

I shrugged, winking at her,
“Nothing.”

“Speaking of happy,” She
began, flicking her head to the other side of the room, “I see
Jamie’s quite content over there.”

Li laughed, “Then go over there and steal
him back. He’s your boyfriend, not theirs.”

It was
my turn to laugh, “He’s alright, good to see him chilling
out with other people.” I replied.

“What’s
wrong with us?” Teased Ayo.

“Nothing, but it’s
better he has his own group of friends, you know. Otherwise he’d
be stuck with me all the time.”

“Like you wouldn’t
love that.” Said Li knowingly.

I grinned, “I
would, but I want him to have a life too.”

“You
love him too much.”

“I didn’t think that was
possible.”

“What’s possible?” Came
Connor’s voice as he sat down beside me.

I smiled, “You
and Beth making out on that bridge when the sun goes down.”

He
laughed, as Ayo pointed to the glass doors, “The sun’s
already down.”

“Well then, no need for me to ask
where you’ve been.” I commented.

He shook his
head, “We were just outside.” He gestured over to the
door, which led out to the hall, “They have a photographer here
and stuff.”

My ears perked up. I remembered the teachers
mentioning something about that a few weeks back that a photographer
was going to be at the Prom to take photos of us. Moreover, they said
that he’d print the photos there and then, so we could take
them away with us.

“You want to go get one done of us?”
I asked him.

He glanced at Li and Ayo, “We could. Just
gotta get the other guys here first.”

I nodded, catching
sight of Jamie, “Sure, I’ll get Jamie, you go get Beth,
Sarah and Max.”

“Sure.” He replied, standing
up, “We’ll be back in a few.” He said, looking down
at the other two.

“Why, where are you guys going?”
Asked Ayo.

“To get the rest of the clan.” I
replied, before heading across the room, over to Jamie. He was
sitting down at one of the tables with Jacob and a few other guys I
recognised from sight. Jacob noticed me heading over, flicking his
head in my direction to cause Jamie to turn around.

“Hey,
Matt.” He grinned.

“Hey.” I replied, “Can
we borrow you for a little while?”

He sat back,
“Depends, who’s ‘we’?”

“Well,
me and the rest of the guys.” I answered, “Please?”

He
gave me this cute little smile, before turning towards Jacob and the
guys, “Duty calls, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Sure,
see you.” He replied, knocking his fist with Jamie’s, as
he stood up.

I watched as he turned to me and headed over,
“So, what do you want me for?” He asked.

“A
photo.”

“Oh, yeah, Rob said something about that.”
He replied.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering who Rob was.

“The
guy sitting next to Jacob.” Replied Jamie, sensing my
confusion.

“The cute one?” I teased.

His
nose wrinkled, “If you say so.”

I nudged him as we
arrived back at our table, finding Max, Sarah and Beth already there.
We hovered around for a moment, before we all stood up and walked out
into the hall. There was a small queue outside a door, which I
assumed led to where the photographs were being taken.

“Hey,”
Began Jamie, tugging on me lightly, “We should get one done of
us.” The ‘us’ being Jamie and myself.

I
glanced over at Dean and Tanya, who were ahead of us in the queue,
watching how she laid back in his arms as they stood there. I faced
him, “I dunno.”

“Why not?” He asked,
“No one else can see them being taken.”

“Uhh,
I don’t know, Jamie.”

“Please?” He all
but begged, “I don’t have a photo of us together.”

I
raised an eyebrow, “Yeah you do. You have the one on your
phone.

“I mean a proper one.” He said, as the
queue shortened, Dean and Tanya going in through the doors.

“It
IS a proper one.” I replied, reaching for his pocket.

He
jumped from the contact, “Hehehe, you trying to frisk
me?”

“I’m trying to get your phone.”

He
turned sideways, offering his pocket, “There.”

I
glanced around the hall, noting that everyone else was preoccupied,
before I let my hand slip inside. My fingers found his phone, but I
made out I hadn’t felt it, letting my hand press against the
fabric.

“Matt!” Warned Jamie, “What you
looking for? Oil?”

I laughed, securing my grip on the
phone and pulling it out, “Sorry. I couldn’t help
myself.”

“Couldn’t help sexually harassing
me?”

“Was I harassing you?” I asked,
searching through his pictures, before stopping on one I hadn’t
seen before. A grin formed on my lips. It was a shirtless one of
Jamie aiming the camera at a mirror. He looked really good.

“What’s
so funny?” He asked.

I flashed the screen at him, “Your
entry for cute-twink-pics.com.”

His
mouth dropped slightly, before he snatched back the phone, “I’m
NOT a twink!” He whispered.

I squeezed his
bicep, “Could’ve fooled me.”

He pulled his
arm away, “Bitch.”

I winked at him, before the
door opened. Dean and Tanya exited, flashing us their photos as they
walked passed us, as we started to enter inside. The room was quite
large, with a ‘flowery’ backdrop at one end, with lights
facing it, and a table with a computer and printer set up. There was
one guy standing there holding a camera, he looked up at us as we
entered.

“Don’t we have a handsome lot here?”
Spoke the somewhat flamboyant photographer.

As
soon as we were all standing in front of the backdrop, the
photographer came over and positioned us, thankfully keeping Jamie
and I together over to the right. The girls were in front of us, as
the rest of the guys surrounded them. The man stood back, “Ok,
you all ready?”

“Yeah!”

He raised the
camera to his eye, “Ok, 3,2,1, say ‘cheese’!”

“Cheese!”

The
camera flashed, taking the photo. He quickly took one more, before
letting us stand in a more natural way, as he headed over to the
printer. We quickly ordered our prints and watched them come out as
we paid him. Once mine was done, and put into a card booklet, I
pulled it close and looked at it. We were a handsome lot. And quite a
diverse group too!

“Thank you all for stopping by, I
hope you have a fantastic night.” Spoke the photographer as we
drifted over to the door, “If you could just send in the next
people as you leave, that’d be great.”

“No
problem.” Called out Max, as he reached for the
door.

“Actually, Jamie and I are going get a photo…”
I trailed off, the guys all nodding quickly. Beth nodded too.
Although she didn’t know about our relationship, I guess she
didn’t see anything odd about two friends having a photo
together. Actually, standing there in that room made me wonder why we
hadn’t told her about us. I mean, we’d told everyone else
in our group, but not her. Perhaps it was because we didn’t see
her that often, or that she had only begun to hang around with us
more often since dating Connor. I wasn’t sure what it was, but
it was something I was going to bring it up with Jamie later.

“Sure,
we’ll be back in the hall.” Replied Connor, as he led
them out of the room.

Once they’d left, the photographer
turned his attention to us, “You two staying for more?”

Jamie
nodded, “Yes, just us.”

He walked over, “If
you two would like to stand opposite each other like this…”
He began, before positioning us. He placed me opposite Jamie, facing
inwards, about a foot away from him. The guy smiled and stood back,
lifting his camera.

Jamie took a step towards me, “Uh,
actually, we’re together.”

I almost jumped
at that statement. I knew it was coming, but admitting it to a
stranger felt…weird. And oddly exhilarating at the same
time. I looked over at the photographer, watching his reaction.

He
lowered the camera, watching us for a moment before a look of
realisation flowed over his face, “Oh, do excuse me, I didn’t
realise.” He spoke, stepping forward.

He pushed us
closer together, so now our sides were touching. “Ok, now put
your arm around there…and your arm around…yep, like
that.” He instructed. “Ok, now if you lean your heads
slightly…fantastic.” He grinned, stepping back, “You
two look great.” He smiled, lifting his camera. “Ok, now
say ‘sexy’.”

Jamie and I laughed,
“Sexy.” We called out, as the camera flashed,
capturing the moment.

After paying the man, we anxiously
awaited the two printouts. I kept on glancing at Jamie, a huge smile
on my lips every time his eye caught mine. I was feeling pretty damn
good. As soon as the first printout was done we both crowded over it,
examining it closely.

A few seconds passed, before Jamie spoke
first, “It’s beautiful.” He said softly.

I
nodded, letting my fingertips brush over the image. It was perfect,
so very perfect. “Yeah, it is.”

*

After
we met up with the guys in the hall, making sure our photos were
stored away from prying eyes (they took the vacant space used by
Max’s Pepsi in Sarah’s bag), we grabbed some food and
began to eat. I was surprised by the variety of food available. There
were small slices of pizza, fries, crisps- chips as Jamie
calls them, burgers, hot dogs- wieners as I called them to
tease Jamie, and tonnes of other things. Oh, and Sarah was pleased
with the salad, she made sure to tell us that. So with our bellies
becoming full, and Coke all around, we sat back and chatted to each
other around one of the large tables.

While it was great to
see Mr Franklin, and even Mr Pierce at the Prom, it was equally as
special to be around the guys and girls. Aside from the people who
were going to come back the following year, I’d probably never
see some of them again. At least not in a school environment. But
hey, that’s how things happen, people come and go, but as long
as Jamie was near, I couldn’t see any problems on the
horizon.

Once we’d finished eating, including the ice
cream for dessert, we continued to chill out at our table, shifting
it ever so slightly so we could be next to Dean and his group next to
us. There were quite a few people sitting down, but over the past
twenty-minutes or so, more and more were up dancing on the dance
floor. Ok, perhaps there were ten people up there at the most, but it
was still something. I watched them closely, noticing Jacob up there
dancing with some girl who I’d assumed was his girlfriend,
given their closeness. They were quite a cute couple, something that
immediately reminded me about the photo. I smiled and looked over at
them moving on the dance floor, trying to picture Jamie and me in
their place, moving with the music.

I looked over at my
American beauty, catching him looking back at me. He watched me for a
moment and leaned close, “I’d really like to dance with
you right now.”

Once again I glanced at the dance floor,
and then peered into his grey depths, into his soul, “Me too.”
I replied, wishing that our situation was different, wishing that we
could have that opportunity.

We broke the eye contact and
looked away. I sipped some of my Coke, my eyes catching Connor
staring at me, before whispering something to Ayo, whose face was one
of excitement and dare. I watched as he turned to him, “You
sure?” He mouthed, over the sound of the music. Connor
nodded in return, before leaning over and talking to Li, seemingly
telling her the same thing, given the same face she pulled, before
looking at me.

“What?”

Connor winked before
he stood up, looking down at Ayo, “Want to dance?” He
asked, offering his hand.

I nudged Jamie, making sure he was
taking this in.

“Sure.” Replied Ayo, taking his
hand and following him over to the sparsely populated dance floor. I
stared intently as they stood opposite each other, one hand on each
other’s hip, before they started to sway with the music,
holding back giggles.

“What the hell!?” Called out
Dean, before laughing, “Those guys are crazy!”

I
was about to agree, wondering what they were up to, before Li brushed
past me, holding onto Sarah’s hand. ‘Now what are THEY
doing?’ I thought, giggling at them.

“Come on,
I ain’t missing out on this!” Came Max’s voice as
he stood up, dragging Dean.

Dean laughed again, standing up,
“You seem way too eager!”

“Come on!”
Insisted Max.

Dean shrugged, “I’m coming!”

Jamie
and I giggled, wondering what had gotten into them. I looked back out
and watched them dancing, before Connor’s eyes flicked over at
me, and then flicking his head over to the dance floor, “Dance.”
He mouthed. Li was giving us similar looks, along with Max too. Jamie
turned around, his eyes on mine when it all clicked. They weren’t
dancing with each other to simply mess about, they were dancing for
us.

Jamie stood up, not breaking the eye contact.

I
stared up at him, the world around me droned out as I focused in on
my boyfriend.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked
softly, offering his hand.

I interlaced my fingers with his
and nodded, “I’d like that.”

We walked over
to the dance floor, hand in hand. Forget the earlier sketch with the
photographer, walking up to that dance floor was the most
exhilarating thing I’d ever done. Knowing that everyone’s
eyes were on us, eyes of our friends, peers, and teachers made the
pounding of my heart intense. My legs almost gave out several times,
but Jamie’s constant pull on my hand kept me going as he led me
over to an empty spot. He spun around, his perfect smile lighting up
his face. I smiled back, getting lost in his eyes. Time seemed to
have frozen in place, just like the first time we kissed. I jumped
slightly when his hand gripped my hip, before I did the same to him.
He nodded slightly and we started to move gently with the music.

The first few seconds were demanding, but after that I
quickly became accustomed to the dancing, even somewhat used to
people watching. I eyed the other guys on the dance floor, seeing
that they were still together, ensuring that Jamie and I didn’t
look out of place. Connor caught my stare, winking at me. “Thank
you.” I mouthed. He nodded, flashing me a small smile. I
owed that guy so much. Jamie moved his mouth to my ear.

“This
is amazing.”

I smiled, “Yeah, it is.”

After
a few minutes, the music slowed as a love-song came on. I glanced
over at the DJ. Clearly he wanted to see how we responded to this. I
was a little unsure at first, before Jamie turned my shoulders,
facing Connor and Ayo. They were much closer together now, with Con
resting his head on Ayo’s shoulder.

I watched as Con’s
hand slipped to his ass, before Ayo reached down and pulled it back
up to his waist.

I laughed softly, as I clutched onto Jamie
tighter, closing my eyes. In that moment it was just us. We weren’t
at a Prom, or on a dance floor, we were simply together. And nothing
mattered.

I felt his mouth next to my ear again, “I love
you, Matt.”

“I love you too, Jamie.” I
whispered back.

We pulled apart, as I stared into his eyes,
sensing the end of the song, what later became our song. I
felt my eyelids closing, my mouth agape…it felt so right…so
real and natural. I needed to kiss him. I felt his breath tickling
the side of my face as I leaned closer. Soo close…before I
stumbled to the side, Jamie catching me.

“Easy, Matt.”
He said, grinning, “Too much to drink I think.”

I
stared at him, my eyes semi-open. I was this close to kissing him.
THIS close. My face flushed as I looked down, seeing where his
foot was, before he quickly pulled it back. He tripped me up. He
stopped us from kissing. I stared up at him, a small frown on my
face.

“Give it up for our couples for the evening!”
Called out the DJ over the speakers.

The audience
started to clap for us, bringing me into reality. A hint of
embarrassment touched me, before I turned to Jamie again, the frown
still on my face. Why the hell did he do that? I asked myself, as we
made our way over to the table. I sat down in my chair, before I
immediately stood up.

“Just gonna go get some air.”
I spoke, as I headed towards the doors. I pulled them apart and
stepped outside, finding that it was quite a nice temperature out
there. The sun had long set, but there were a few small lights
outside, illuminating parts of the garden. I stepped off the patio
and onto the grass, walking behind the trees ahead of me. I continued
forwards until I found the pond with the bridge. I stepped onto it,
looking down at the illuminated water, seeing the small fish swim
about. I let out a sigh, finding myself touched by sadness. In my one
moment to show the world who I am, he went and took it away from me.
It could have been perfect. I could have finally come out, to
everyone. I could have shown them the real me, shown them that I
didn’t care what they thought, shown them-

“I
thought I’d find you here.”

I jumped back, seeing
Jamie walk up onto the bridge. I narrowed my eyes at him, “Why
did you do that?” I asked.

He frowned, “Do
what?”

“You know what I mean!” I retorted,
rather harshly.

He leant against the side of the bridge,
remaining silent for a moment. “You’re angry at
me.”

“I’m…” I sighed, “I
want to know why you did it.”

The blue light coming from
the water shone off his face, “I didn’t think you were
ready.”

“What?”

He sighed, “To
be out. I thought you weren’t ready.”

I shook my
head, “No, no. You’ve been ready for ages, and the
one moment when I’m ready, you go and trip me up!”
I looked at him, my voice softening, “Why?”

“I
wanted to kiss you, Matt.” He looked at me, his eyes moist,
“More than anything I wanted to kiss you.” He swallowed,
“But I didn’t want to do something that we’d
regret. I wanted to talk about it first.”

I wanted to
punch myself in the face. He was right. He always had been right
about us coming out, yet, I felt that a rash decision would’ve
been the best thing ever. I looked over at him, feeling like a
complete bastard for acting as though he made a mistake when he was
really only looking out for us, looking out for me.

“I
had no idea you wanted to do that, Matt. I’m sor-“

I
reached out and gripped his hand, “You were right. You done the
right thing.” I squeezed his palm, “We’ve got to
decide this together, not do it on impulse.”

He stared
up at me, confused.

“I’m sorry, Jamie.” I
said, “I’ve just…” I glanced at the water,
“Everything was so perfect today, the car, the photo, the
dance…I just wanted to make it even more special.” I
spoke, “But I didn’t think…I wasn’t
thinking.” I squeezed his palm, “I’m lucky I have
you to look out for me.”

He watched me closely, “I
don’t mind us being out, I just wanted us to be ready.”

“I
know.”

After a few minutes, he stood up and heading
closer, “So…do you feel ready to come out?”

“I…I
think I am.”

He stopped in front of me, “You
think?”

My hand slipped to his bicep, as I gazed into
his eyes, “I’m ready.”

“You sure?”
He asked, his face hovering inches from mine.

My fingers crept
into his hair, pulling him toward me, “I’m sure.”

My
eyes closed as our lips touched, sending sparks through me, and
making my heart swell in my chest. I gripped onto him tighter as he
parted his lips, his moist tongue searching for mine. I let him
inside, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. His breath tickled my
cheek as he deepened the kiss, pulling me closer to him. Holding him
in public felt amazing, but kissing him felt incredible. It felt so
real being out in the open, like we had returned to nature, giving
into it, giving into our instincts, the feelings we were born with.
Jamie cocked his head, sweeping his tongue over mine.

“Ah-hem!”
Came someone’s voice behind me, making us jump. We pulled apart
as I spun around, ready against an insult, but found Max standing
there holding Sarah’s hand.

“Hey, thanks you guys for dancing and
stuff.” I spoke, “It meant a lot.”

“It
was Connor’s idea. You should thank him.” Replied Max.

I
nodded. I’d be sure to thank him for that later.

“We’ll
leave you guys alone now,” Began Sarah, “Just try not to
suffocate.”

That one got our faces blushing again, as
they headed off. A few seconds passed, before I leant closer to
Jamie, smiling up at him.

“I want every day to be like
this one, where we can be ourselves without having to hide.” I
spoke.

His fingers grazed the back of my neck, “Me too.
But we’ve still got to be careful.”

“Yeah.”
I replied, “But if people ask, I don’t want to hide it
anymore. And I want to be able to hold your hand, or to kiss you
whenever I want.”

He leaned forward, kissing my
forehead, “Me too, Babes.”

I grinned, “You
still staying over mine tonight?”

His grey eyes flashed
at me, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

*

I
never liked saying goodbye at parties, usually because I was always
having so much fun towards the end and really getting into the
partying spirit. But the Prom was a bit harder to say goodbye to.
Unlike a party, where you’d see your friends or family again,
there was a real sense of closure there. In some cases it really was
goodbye. Still, after promising to keep in touch with a few of the
guys, or better still, finding out that they’d be returning to
school next year, things weren’t so bad after all and the
evening still went out on a high.

Exiting the hotel, we easily
found the Hummer parked out the front and all jumped inside. Unlike
the journey down, where we had the music pumping out, we opted to
have the sound system off, simply chatting with each other and
talking about the night.

“And what was with the dancing,
Con?” Asked Dean, “You have a thing for Ayo?” He
teased.

Connor reached over and squeezed Ayo’s knee,
making him jump, “I just can’t keep my hands off
him!”

We all laughed, including Ayo at his antics. At
least Dean had gotten that question out of the way early, letting
Connor handle it coolly.

Part of the payment for the Hummer
was to have it drop us all off at our respective homes. Of course
Jamie was staying over mine, and Tanya and Sophie were crashing at
each other’s too, but that didn’t matter, at least we
didn’t have to walk around at that time of the night. Even
better, it gave me more time with my beauty.

Jon, Tanya, and
Sophie were the first ones to be dropped off, before we set off
towards Beth’s house. During the journey, I paid close
attention to Connor and Beth, smiling at how close they were
together, at how they seemed to be in their own little world. I began
to wonder if that’s what Jamie and I appeared like to
bystanders. Hopefully we looked as cute as they did. But after a few
more minutes, we came to a stop outside her home and she opened the
door.

“Goodnight, guys!”

“Night,
Beth.” We called back.

She stared at Connor, before she
leant over and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to smile broadly.
“Goodnight, Beth.” He said.

“Night, Connor.”
She replied, before she stepped out of the car and closed the
door.

I glanced at the others, seeing how they fought to
suppress their giggles.

As the car pulled away, Jamie spoke,
“Dude, that was so cute!”

That did it for me, and
the others too as we erupted in laughter, making Connor blush
furiously, “Shut up!”

Li swapped seats and
sat next to Connor, “Leave the poor guy alone…he’s
all vulnerable now.”

Connor slid closer to the window,
“Oh, jeez!”

We continued to tease him a while
longer, before tiredness started to overcome us, well, except for
Jamie who seemed good enough to run the London marathon! He kept
giving me his Jamie stare too, and I soo wanted to kiss him. But Dean
was just next to us, so I didn’t dare risk it. Fortunately for
me, Dean happened to be the next person to be dropped off. And as
soon as that door closed behind him, Jamie wasted no time in leaning
over and planting a wet one right on my lips! He pulled back,
grinning madly at me. I turned and looked at the others, feeling my
face flush.

“Now that was too cute.”
Giggled Sarah, turning us both into a blushing mess.

“Leave
them alone…” Began Connor, “Otherwise they won’t
do it again.” He finished, making loud kissing
sounds.

“Connor!” Cried Jamie.

“What?
Don’t dish out what you can’t take!”

Jamie
leaned close to me, “I’m pretty versatile.”

I
laughed lightly, before I discovered the innuendo and turned to look
at him, but he kept his eyes ahead. I smiled up at him as I shifted
in my seat and leant against his shoulder, looking at Connor, a grin
on my face, “Thanks, Connor.”

He glanced over,
“For what?”

I sat up, “Letting us dance.”
I replied, before looking at the others, “All you guys. Thanks
for doing that for us.”

Jamie nodded, “Thanks
guys, it was a really nice thing to do.”

Connor smiled,
“You’re welcome, Mate.”

Sarah grinned, “It
was worth it, just to see you two dance together.”

“Were
we that bad?” I giggled.

She laughed, “No, but you
were that cute.”

I blushed and looked to my left,
glancing out of the window, and finding that we were nearing my
house. I nudged Jamie, “We’re here.”

I
stood up, crouching down, “Matthew? Since when do you
call me, Matthew?”

“Since you started being
a bad boy.” Remarked Connor, with Ayo mimicking the crack of a
whip.

Jamie opened the door but paused, “You told him
about your whip?”

I swatted him on the arm, “I
don’t have a whip!” I said, turning to the others,
“Honest, I don’t have a whip!” I repeated. They
weren’t convinced.

“Sure, see you guys later!”
Replied Sarah.

“Yeah, try to get SOME sleep
tonight, boys!” Smiled Li.

I held up my hands, “I
give up. Goodnight guys!” I spoke, before stepping out, closing
the door behind me. I took a few steps towards the house, watching as
the limo drove off. Once the taillights turned down the street, my
mind was instantly back on Jamie. I checked him out as he stood
there, watching them drive off, before tugging on his arm,
“Jamie…”

He turned, the light from the
streetlamps catching his eyes for a moment as they set on me. Ecstasy
flowed through me.

“Come on.”

I led him up
to the front door, fishing my keys out of my pocket, and entering the
right one into the lock, turning it. We stepped into the house,
careful to be quiet in case we woke anyone. I flicked on the light in
the hall as we slipped off our shoes. I looked up, making out the
display of the microwave in the kitchen showing the time, 11:07.
I placed the photographs down on the table next to the door as I
helped Jamie out of his jacket, hanging it up as I did the same with
my own.

I stepped back and turned to Jamie, “You ok?”
I whispered.

He nodded, “Yeah.”

I was about
to speak again, but saw something move in the corner of my eye. I
jumped suddenly, noticing my mum walk out of the
lounge.

“Damn.”

“Sorry, didn’t
mean to make you jump.” She said, her voice soft, “Did
you have a good time?”

I nodded, “It was amazing.”
I replied, taking a small glance at Jamie, and then back to her, “You
didn’t have to wait up, Mum.”

“Don’t
be silly.” She smiled, “I’m just pleased that you
had a good time.”

“We did.” I confirmed,
once again glancing at my boyfriend.

She looked from Jamie to
me, “I put some extra pillows on your bed, Matt.”

Even
in my relaxed state, my head shot up, “Pillows?” I asked,
before blushing, “No, I mean…thanks.”

“No
problem.” She replied, yawning, “You two have a good
sleep.”

“You too. Goodnight Mum.”

“Goodnight,
Monica” Spoke Jamie.

“Goodnight.” She
replied, as she headed up the stairs, before entering her room.

I
stared up the stairs, as Jamie wrapped his arms around my waist, his
face near to my ear, “I thought I was your pillow.”

I
let out a small moan, “You are.”

He kissed my neck
softly, “Then we better head upstairs.”

*

Five
minutes later, after a trip to the toilet and having brushed our
teeth, we found ourselves in my bedroom. Jamie was getting undressed
out of his suit, as I closed and locked the door, being as quiet as I
could. I slowly turned around, watching Jamie pull his shirt off,
facing away from me. I scanned the room, my eyes stopping on my
bedside cabinet. My heart began to drum in my chest as I stared
longingly at it. Akin to my star sign, I weighed out the decision. My
eyes flicked at Jamie’s bare back as he shed his trousers, and
then over to the cabinet again. I eyed the top drawer. They were just
in there, waiting; waiting right where I left them.

“Matt?”

My
vision returned to him, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed,
clad in his boxers. His fingers were itching at the waistband of his
underwear, his erection throbbing against the material.

I
swallowed, dampening my throat, “Yes?”

“Are
you coming to bed?” He asked somewhat tiredly, but the need in
his voice overruled any sense of fatigue.

Taking one last look
at the top drawer, I made my decision to wait and began to remove my
tie.

Tomorrow.

Jamie
sat there patiently, rubbing his erection through his boxers,
watching as I shed my clothes. Once I was down to my boxers, I hooked
my fingers underneath the hem, and dropped them to the floor, my
hardon springing free. He stared at it, before he too pulled his
boxers down, sitting naked opposite me. I jerked at the sight of his
organ, stepping forward as he climbed onto the bed. He moved
backwards, his head against my pillow as I inched between his
legs.

I stared down into his beautiful eyes, my fingers
reaching out and cupping his immaculate face.

“I love
you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

I
glanced over at the lamp next to my bed, before I leaned over to turn
it off, but Jamie’s hand gripped mine. “Leave it on.”

I
flashed a look at him, a grin forming on my face, “Okay.”

I
settled above him and slowly lowered myself against his perfect form,
grinding my hips against his. I moaned at the contact. Jamie reached
up and brushed the hair away from my eyes, seconds before he pulled
my face to him, my lips coming to rest on his. I sighed deeply,
shifting my head and flicking my tongue against his lips. He opened
his mouth, letting me slip inside. The mint from the toothpaste
refreshing my mind, and his natural taste soothing my heart. I needed
more.

I gripped onto him, my fingers toying with his shoulders
as we rolled over, putting him on top. He pulled back. I smiled,
feeling his soft breath on me as he recovered from our lip lock.

“Lay back.” He cooed, letting his words flow
smoothly as he climbed down the bed.

I shifted on the sheet,
resting my shoulders against the pillow as I felt Jamie gently
nudging my legs apart as he placed himself in between them. I glanced
down, watching as he shifted forward, his right hand coming up to
slowly encircle my erection. I pressed my hips forward as he stroked
me. His eyes full of curiosity as he brought his hand up and down,
watching my foreskin slide over the moist glans. He licked his lips
briefly, before leaning forward and swiping his tongue across my tip.
I exhaled sharply, letting my head drop backwards as he serviced me.
I felt his lips slide over my head as he went down, sucking on me as
he took hold of my balls, massaging them in his soft hand. Fireworks
were exploding in my mind, heightening my senses.

He stopped
sucking on me for a moment, causing me to glance down, watching as he
lubed one of his fingers in his mouth. My erection throbbed in his
hand as he drew the slick digit and moved it down under my balls,
tracing around my perineum before finding my hole. His eyes locked
onto mine as he ran around my small muscle, probing it ever so
softly. He pressed harder and nodded at me, as if to tell me to
relax. I let myself go, allowing him entry, sliding up to his first
knuckle. I arched my back, feeling him press further inside. It felt
good. He’d only ever done that to me a few times before, so it
was still somewhat of an odd sensation, but a good one, an intimate
one.

He went down on me again, sucking my cock as he pulled
his finger from me, and then pressing back inside. I moaned again, my
eyes rolling in their sockets. I felt his finger squirm about, before
finding that spot, that tender spot inside me. He rubbed it with
care, timing his motions with the bobbing of his head. I was getting
close. He quickened his pace, sliding his finger in and out faster
and faster. His tongue toying with my tip painfully, making me ooze
precum like mad. I reached down, resting my hands on his head,
burying my fingers in his hair, as he buried his finger in me,
rubbing up against my prostrate. I felt my balls tingle and draw up
close as every nerve on my body cried out, my muscles tensing
painfully. I was so close…on the edge…

I was
careful not to cry out, instead pressing my hips further up against
his mouth. I let out a deep, muffled groan as I shot into his mouth.
Every wave through my body paced with another contraction. I was
paralysed, my orgasm ruling over me. I panted quickly as I continued
to unload into him, my eyes half-open, but only seeing the stars on
my eyelids. I jerked in his mouth a few more times, before it
lessened its effect. My mind started to reboot again, my awareness
increasing. Every pore of my body had perspired, drenching me in
sweat. I breathed steadily, feeling Jamie’s mouth move off me
as he kissed his way up to my mouth, removing his finger and holding
me close in his arms.

I lay there as he kissed the side of my
head softly, feeling his fingers interlaced with mine as I emerged
into reality. I turned and kissed him.

“Wow…”

He
smiled, not saying a word, but kissing me again in response.

I
let my hand drift lower, over his smooth abs, and down to his cute
patch of pubes. Reaching lower, I collided with his bar of iron as it
jutted out perfectly from his groin. I traced along its length to the
head, while rubbing my thumb over his dripping tip. He moaned softly.
I did it again, making him squirm on the sheets. If I hadn’t
have just cum, I’d have been hard for sure. Leaning forwards, I
kissed his lips, before I slid down the bed, putting my face in front
of his cute cock.

I reached out with my tongue, touching the
side of his length, and tracing over that faint line below his glans,
his American difference. I worked my tongue up and over his tip,
tasting him. Jamie exhaled contentedly above me. I inched upwards and
took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his glans, finding
that spot just behind the little ‘v’ that drove him
crazy. His fingers wormed their way into my hair, his hips pressing
upwards slightly. I smiled around his bone, I’d found the right
spot. I kept this up, repeating this move, eliciting more precum to
emerge from his tip and into my mouth.

After a few minutes, I
lubed up a finger from my mouth, soaking it, before I pulled off his
cock, wanting his attention. Sure enough he looked down, his pink
cheeks beaming at me as he focused on my glistening finger, before I
moved it behind his balls, tracing lower. I found his hole, running
my fingertip around the smooth muscle, making him squirm and making
me smile. I moved to the centre and applied some pressure, as I leant
down and kissed his navel softly. I felt him relax beneath me as I
entered into him. He was incredibly tight and crazy hot inside. Jamie
squirmed again. I loved making him do that. I took his cock into my
mouth again, as I slowly began to pull my finger out, and then
pressing forward again. I heard him panting softly, his breathing
increasing, he was getting close. I started to jerk him faster with
my left hand, bringing him closer to release. I pushed my finger
further inside, finding his sensitive spot and massaging it. He
humped up against my face.

His gasps suddenly became hurried
and demanding as his balls drew up to him. He arched his back and
inhaled deeply. He froze for a second, before I felt him unload onto
my tongue. His ass squeezed on my finger painfully, each new
contraction coupled with a squirt from his cock. I swallowed down his
essence, as more entered my mouth. His gentle moans were music to my
ears, knowing I’d brought him to orgasm. He slowly began to
level out, as his stream turned into a dribble. I gently removed my
finger and cleaned up his softening dick. I pulled my mouth from him,
letting it drop softly against his pubes.

I kissed my way back
up to his chest, sucking his neck tenderly as I let him recover.
Around a minute later, he turned and grinned at me. I leant in and
kissed him, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with my thumb. We
were like that for a while, our shadows dancing on the wall as we
kissed in his afterglow.

“I love you.” He
whispered in between kisses.

I grinned at him, “I love
you too.”

Naturally, having both just orgasmed, we were
quickly getting overcome by sleep. So after one more peck on his
lips, I sat up and reached over for the light switch. My eyes, in
their drooping state, noticed the top drawer again. I looked over my
shoulder at Jamie, watching as his eyes rose from my ass to my face.
I grinned, turning off the light, my mind on what lay in that
drawer…

Tomorrow.

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